My weekly yoga class was tonight, and you know how much I like to share my post-sweaty class thoughts with you.
Tonight the room was extra hot. I didn’t realize this until I glanced at one of the guys in front of me, and noticed that sweat was dripping off of him onto his towel like he had a leaky faucet built into his hip. It was dripping at a steady rate off the corner of his shorts.
Sweat was rolling off of my elbows, my fingers and sliding down my calves at an enormous rate. At one point, it was slowly running from the corners of my eyes and down onto my cheeks. I imagined (while those sweat droplets hung out on my cheekbones) that I was in prison and I had little tattoo tears dripping out of the corner of my eye.
Just trying to illustrate how hard-core I am about yoga (and hoping you will ignore the fact that I have only been going for a month and a half).
It was awesome.
Sadly though, Spandex man was not there. Actually I haven’t seen him in about 2 weeks. He might have fallen out of love with Bikram. OR he ran out of spandex pants. OR he is actually wearing something else to class and I don’t recognize him because I can no longer see his package in complete and total detail. Probably the last one, eh?
Anyways, the room was so hot that apparently my internal temperature will be higher tomorrow as a result.
Crazy yoga people. I love them all…..